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    After another full minute, maybe two, he felt the tension in Rebecca’s arms ease, and he felt her hands touch his back. Despite the way she’d gone rigid in his arms, it felt natural to press a kiss to the top of her head. When his lips touched her hair, he hoped like hell she didn’t bolt.

    Chapter Three
    AT FIRST REBECCA wanted to push away from Pierce’s embrace. It was too intimate; she’d already let him in too much. But he held her so tightly, and he felt so safe and smelled so good, that she allowed herself a minute of enjoying the feel of being wrapped in his arms. Okay, just two .
    When they’d met the other night, she thought that with his good looks and his pressuring her to have a drink with him, he was going to be self-centered and easy to walk away from. Boy, had she been wrong. She’d never met a man who listened so intently or could restrain his desires so well. She felt his arousal against her, but he didn’t push her for more—and when they’d kissed…God, when they’d kissed, he was the one who’d pulled away.
    Pierce smiled, and it pulled her from her thoughts. “You must be starved. I’ll cook you dinner. I’m a wicked good cook, believe it or not,” Pierce said.
    Her body went rigid again. Cook her dinner? At his place? No. No, no, no . She’d already been unable to keep from slapping her lips on to his and nearly swallowing him whole. She honestly hadn’t kissed a man in years. Not since her mother’s diagnosis turned terminal. She stepped back and drank him in one last time. He wore his thick, shiny dark hair brushed back, away from his face, but when she was groping him, a few strands had fallen forward, giving him a younger, less edgy look. How could a man look one minute like he walked out of GQ and, with a few wayward strands of hair, then look like he belonged on the front of a rugged outdoorsy magazine?
    That was totally unfair.
    And totally made her knees weak.
    The idea of going back to her car sucked, but as much as landing in his bed, beneath his magnificent body, with those bedroom eyes looking down at her and his powerful thighs pressed against hers— Stop it!
    No.
    “Well?” he asked, and she realized she was spacing out. He picked up her heels from the grass and went down on one knee. She pressed her fingers to his shoulders as he placed a hand on her calf, sending a shiver up her thighs. He slid her foot into her shoe, and then he gently set that foot down and ran his hand back down her calf as he lifted her other foot. How was he turning her inside out by simply putting on her heels? His other hand grazed the back of her knee. Rebecca imagined him doing all sorts of dirty things while kneeling before her. She had no idea that putting on heels could feel so erotic, and she couldn’t help but wonder…If he could make this feel so good, what would it feel like to be beneath all that power, that confidence, that sexual prowess?
    “Um…I…” She couldn’t think clearly with him touching her like that. “Actually, I have to be…” Oh God . He slid his hand down her calf and then rose to his full height again. “Up early tomorrow to go to the gym, so I’d better take a rain check.” Gym? Idiot. Fool. I bet you could give me a great workout.
    Stop it!
    “A rain check?” He arched a brow.
    Great. Now I’ve invited myself on another date with him. Okay, time to leave . “Listen, I’ve got to go.” Before I kiss you again . “I’m sorry. I had a great time.”
    He took her hand in his. “I’ll walk you back to your car. Is it parked at the Astral?”
    You mean my temporary residence? Oh yeah, it’s there . “Yes, in the garage.”
    They walked back around the lake, and Rebecca struggled to ignore the way her body was reacting to him. Her stomach was fluttering like a schoolgirl, she was breathing like she was still kissing him, and between her legs certain parts that had been hibernating for three years were suddenly begging to have another